"An obscure one, of course. Possibly relating to the fact that it'll be sometime late-ish in my life when the place starts to be potentially habitable again. If I feel like being kind and ruling out all interpretations along the lines of 'let the tainted land go to the tainted grandson'."

And with that, they arrive at the house. Miles nods to the armsman in brown-and-silver livery who lets them in. "Hello, Pym. Is Mother home?"

"Yes, milord," says, apparently, Pym. "In the library."

"Right then. To the library we go," says Miles. He notes in passing that their combined luggage has been lined up neatly in the front hall, out of the way of pedestrian traffic.